Luyện nghe bài hát What More Can I Say?

Are you not
Are you not
Is this not why here?

Uh, uh, huh
Turn the up
Turn me
Guru, go get 'em again
This time it's for the my nigga
stand up

There's never a nigga this good for this long
hood
Or pop is hot
Or this
With so many different
This for this song
The next one switch up
This one get bit up
These
To lazy to up shit
They
They don't paint
just trace me
You know
they forget who they plucked
They whole from
And try to the outcome
I'm like,
I'm not a
I'm a
For myself and
I say a big verse I'm only up my brother
up my borough
I'm big to do it
I'm thorough
Plus I know my own flow is
So the rings and things you sing
em out
It's hard to yell the bar-rel's in your mouth
I'm in, new
Deuce
A few
more can I tell you
Let me it for you
L-I-E
Nobody truer H-O-V
And I'm back for
New ambassador
Prime Minister back to finish my up

What more can I
What can I do?
I this all to you
I know this is true
My
(Look at my life)
(See I see)
more can I say to you
You it all

You already what I'm about
Flying down south
Moving wet off the
Purple Rain in the
on hoes
Brushing off my
But nothing on my clothes
my chain
My
H-O
Pitch the yea
Even if they patrol I payroll
Benz for
Friends roll
Private jets down to and Caheos
case loads
I don't a shit
Nigga one to live I can't let a day go
Bye
me being fly
Fresh to
Head to toe until the day I
And I don't wear jerseys I'm thirty
me a crisp pair of jeans nigga button ups
S on my feet
Make a cipher
What more can I say Guru play the

We gonna let this into the hook
snap my fingers on this one
What more can I say to
Get my man on
go!
(What can I say?)

Now you know ass is
When got you in a mag
For like a billi
And your ass Lilly

That mean that shit you write must be
Either or your flow is silly
It's
I mean to boast
But damn if I don't
Them crackers gonna act like I ain't on ads
The Martha
That's far from
Far from a student
had the balls to do it
And no I'm not with it
In I'm just previewing it
This ain't the show I'm just it
One, two and I won't abusing it
To groupie girls stop false it
to the music
The roof is translucent
got a problem Houston
up be
They can't up me
down I
Not P.E.
I'ma
God forgive me for my brash
But I vividly
What these did to me
So me
Letting clowns nit pick at me
Paint me a pickiny
I literally
Kiss in the forehead
Tell her forgive me
Then squeeze your forehead
I'm not the one to score off
In
I got a to knock your points off

Hova the God nigga for me
I'm at the Trump
Ask for me
I never scared
I'm
You never there
Nigga why I ever care
Pound for pound I'm the to ever come around here
nobody
Look what I
The soul of a hustler I ran the street
I CEO's
marketing plan was me
And no I ain't get shot up a whole bunch of
Or make up in a whole bunch of lines
And I ain't animated, like say a, Busta
But the real shit you get when you down my lines
Add that to the fact I plat a bunch of times
Times by my influence
On pop
I supposed to be number one on list
We'll see what when I no longer exist
this

(What can I say?)